Just noticed a couple of Cornholio's posts on the music thread from yesterday (22nd), one of them was a collection by Ron Jeremy then he followed that (unwittingly??) by a song called 'Just a Poke' hahahahahahaha love it
This happened about 1am, so techincally that's today.......
Last night's/today's laughs were due to getting stuck in a lift, in the Corn Exchange in Hertford
Picture the scene, you've done the gig and you're about to go home. So we get in the lift and boom, it drops about a foot, then stops dead. At that point there's me, a drummer, two guitarists, a couple of guitars and a couple of amps in the lift. We just look at each other and say, "Oh f*ck!!"
Then we saw a big poster on the lift wall that said....
If you're silly enough to ride this lift, don't be surprised when you get stuck.
Do not call 999, that will take them over an hour to get to you.
Call blah blah blah(a mobile number and a landline number) and we'll have you out in 2 minutes.
So I rang the mobile, it was the venue manager's number. He'd gone home and gone to sleep apparently, his phone went to voicemail. "No problem says I, I'll ring the landline, someone's bound to be in the office."
No answer.
At that point we're looking at each other thinking wtf do we do now. Then the drummer shouts out "I'm gonna have a f*cking anxiety attack!" To which we all burst out laughing. We pressed the alarm bell and nothing, in fact we kept pressing the poxy thing. Nobody came to save us, pmsl.
We're now thinking we are royally f*cked!! We are stuck here till monday now, in a 4 foot square lift, 4 blokes, 2 amps, and 2 guitars. Then I said "F*ck the don't call 999 b*llocks, I'm calling plod!"
Rang 999 and told the lady what's what, and that we need plod to get a keyholder to sort this out. Luckily the two guitarists weren't in the mood to wait so they forced the inner doors open and the lift dropped another foot or so then stopped again. Lady asked if we were ok, I said "Yeah, it looks like we can sort this out ourselves, gimme a sec I'll stay on the line", so we kept opening the doors and then jumping up and down and each time the lift dropped a bit more. Eventually it wouldn't move any lower so we opened both sets of doors and were about a foot lower than the ground floor so we had to climb up out of the lift. Told the nice lady on the phone that the emergency is no more, and then we vowed never to use the lift in a venue ever again when we're some of the last people in there